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⭐ Trafalgar Law ⭐

By 🎨 CHIEFVINSMOKE

[buckyownsmylife]

I LOVED the one where op men react to you being jealous. But what if like-- reader flirts as well to another person as a retaliation since they're flirting with other women to make them jealous.

i'm gonna jot down just a few quick thoughts for these if that's okay! (based on scenarios from these jealousy headcanons!)

masterlist

i think this would cause a fight between you and zoro for sure. he isn't really aware that he's being flirted with in the first place, and when he realizes why you're behaving this way, he thinks it's childish. he is a fairly good judge of character, and it takes a lot of trust for him to enter into a relationship in the first place; he has trouble vocalizing it, but he is hurt that the trust didn't extend both ways. he'll probably get annoyed, bottle up his frustrations, and then argue with you about it later, when you're not in public.

you can do no wrong in the eyes of sanji, and flirting with someone else is a quick way to snap his attention back to you. always absolving his perfect angel of any guilt, he focuses on snarling at and possibly beating down whoever you were flirting with, and probably comes off as delusional since you were the one flirting with them. then, the groveling begins, apologizing for not giving you enough attention and affection. he really does mean well, he just has to be put in his place once in a while.

if you decided to choose the secret third option and get even with law, he might be momentarily stunned, and irritated, even though he was just doing the exact same thing. seeing you with someone else makes him sulky and mopey; he'll likely abandon the woman he was toying with and sit beside you, looking like a pathetic wet cat until you pay attention to him, even if it's to start up another round of arguing. if you make him feel guilty enough, and if the stars align, he might even offer you an apology.

[buckyownsmylife]

one piece men: when you're jealous (vol. ii)

more jealousy headcanons! these are also a bit suggestive (mainly kid's part) so beware! cross guild is next >:^)

ft. luffy, ace, kid

vol. i (zoro, sanji, law) || masterlist

luffy

a chance meetup with the kuja pirates has soured your mood as you watch luffy and hancock from afar. the food is far more mesmerizing to him than she is, but the way she purposely keeps you apart from your partner; as you hear her swoon again about the prospect of marriage, you sigh and hang your head.

luffy is the type to notice something is wrong and ask about it, forcing you to fess up about how you're feeling to him. he doesn't understand why you're so worked up about hancock's doting over him; after all, he's with you and not her! if you bring it up with him, he will giggle and laugh before ruffling your hair and telling you not to worry so much about something stupid.

pointing out the way she excludes you prompts him to either confront her, making hancock flustered as she tries to defend herself good luck, she's even more angry at you now, or just shoehorns you into any conversation that he's in by force. he loves you and doesn't want you to feel left out!

telling him you're jealous will make him be more physically affectionate, pulling you close and looping one of his arms multiple times around your waist while he shoves food into his face with the other. expect sloppy kisses that leave crumbs on your cheek. (he will lick them off, don't worry!)

ace

you're no stranger to the amount of heads that ace turns, but the familiarity of it doesn't dull the pain. he's beautiful, polite, charismatic, and kind; it makes him a magnet, and sometimes he can't separate himself from the pull. he was supposed to bring your drink back ages ago, but two women hang on his arms at the bar—that is until he falls asleep and slumps over onto the ground.

when ace wakes up, he is all smiles upon noticing he's curled up in his own bed on the moby dick; his grin falls when he sees you're clearly upset with him. at first he thinks it's because you and marco had to go to the trouble of dragging him back to the ship, but he can't help but laugh when you tell him it's because you were jealous.

he insists he was only being friendly, and that he was really going to be right back with your drinks, but you accuse him of liking the attention and he can see the hurt and sense of rejection brimming in your eyes. he knows what it's like to feel unwanted, and switches gears as he focuses on reassuring you.

ace pulls you under the covers and smothers you face in kisses, whispering soft apologies as he slowly makes your anger fade away. he may be a bit too friendly at times, but the affection he seeks from you is all he needs to keep his heart full.

kid

it was bound to happen at some point; he was the supernova with both the largest bounty on his head and the largest ego. you knew he was a flirt, but you had been at sea since the start of your relationship, and nearly forgot about the womanizer he becomes the second he gets a single crumb of attention. killer says to let it go and give him hell later, but the way that woman is draped across his lap makes you want to bust his nose up so hard it breaks back to it's natural position.

be prepared to either fuck or fight—they're the only two options here. confronting him only results in him asking you why you weren't on his lap to begin with; if he really wants to rile you up, he'll tell you if you snooze you lose. he's a jerk about it, but the way you're getting possessive riles him up and makes his focus shift solely on you.

if you choose to fight with him, he won't step out—he's lost interest in flirting and has a sour taste in his mouth now—and will probably follow you back to the victoria punk, arguing with you the entire way. both of you refuse to sleep elsewhere, and end up having the worst rest of your life, backs turned to each other as icy tension hangs in the room. in the morning, he rolls over, drapes his arm around you, and grumbles a sorry, won't do it again in your ear as he kisses your cheek.

if you choose to work out your problems in bed, he's relentless about teasing you for being jealous. it strokes his ego to be wanted, and seeing you mewling as you fall apart around him after being so full of fire and fury does something to him. afterwards, he promises you that he won't flirt again, but makes you promise to hang by his side next time instead of drinking in the corner with killer.

[buckyownsmylife]

one piece men: when you're jealous

ft. zoro, sanji, law

a bit suggestive, so nsfw warnings apply! will likely do a part two with more characters soon!

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zoro

the two of you keep to yourselves, tucked into the corner of a bar. his presence alone runs off any hopeful suitors looking to court you, but curiously, someone ends up buying him a drink. taking him swiftly downing the gifted alcohol as a sign to approach, a woman sits on the bar stool to the left of him; you expect him to simply ignore her, but the two of them get into an animated discussion about swordsmanship, and she starts to throw in subtle touches...

he's the type to be oblivious to the flirting of others; when he's drinking, he's friendlier than usual, and thinks of the interaction as nothing more than a simple conversation. he never considers anyone besides you in a romantic light, so the thought that he's being flirted with honestly never crosses his mind.

making a passive-aggressive comment under your breath comparing him to sanji makes the pieces click in his mind, and he realizes this woman's intentions aren't innocent, and those touches weren't just drunken accidents.

if you're the type to go quiet and sulk instead, he'll notice fairly quickly; seeing your expression makes him realize he's been ignoring you. he might not immediately put it together that you're jealous, but once he does, he's amused that you're being so mousy and cute about it.

in either case, after having his fun teasing you for being jealous, devilish smirk on his face, he takes you back to the sunny and reminds you of just how devoted he is to you, leaving your head spinning and wondering why you even got so worked up in the first place.

sanji

you feel invisible in the middle of the crowded market; despite the fact that you're traveling with your normally loving and doting boyfriend, he's spellbound by everything but you, throwing himself at any woman that moves. you're not sure whether the fact that he's repeatedly striking out is a comfort, or a further twist of the knife in your gut. all you know is that half of you wants to strangle him right now, and the other wants to cry.

you're going to have to drag him by the ear away from these women to get him to stop flirting and ogling. to be fair, you knew his behavior around other women was a fatal flaw of his, but he usually had the sense to at least tone it down.

if you're one to be more assertive, the two of you might just end up in an embarrassing argument in public; he argues that he was simply appreciating their beauty, and you argue that his excuse makes you feel even worse, which quickly shuts him up and leaves him groveling at your feet, prepared to serve any punishment you deem fit for him.

a silent, mopey approach works better to get through to him. seeing he's upset you and driven you nearly to tears shatters his heart and he switches up so fast, pulling you aside and feeding you all kinds of promises he will try his best to keep moving forward.

behind closed doors back on the sunny, he takes his time unraveling you, whispering hushed vows of devotion and love into your ear, determined to strike out the sins of his bad behavior. sanji may have a weak spot for pretty women, but he only loves you.

law

you're keeping your distance from law; the two of you are giving each other a mutual cold shoulder after a spat earlier in the day. usually, women who approach trafalgar law with hope and yearning in their hearts are ignored and turned away without a single word; law doesn't waste time on idle conversation that he views unworthy of his time... however, uncharacteristically, he's leaning in towards another woman at the bar, engaged in conversation, laying on the charm, and slowly leaning towards her to the point that shachi slings an apologetic arm around your shoulders and tries to console you.

watch out with this one... if you're currently in the middle of a fight, he will flirt back with someone else just to get on your nerves and try to goad you into apologizing first, even if your disagreement was his fault. he's also trying to procure messy, passionate make up sex from you. the flood of heightened emotions mixed with pleasure is addictive for him.

if he notices that he's only making you more upset with his behavior, and not in the way that makes you want to crawl into bed with him, he switches gears and sits next to you in silence, still too prideful to say even the simplest "i'm sorry" to you, even after he has unequivocally made things worse. however, after fifteen minutes of you refusing to even glance at him, he relents and has an adult conversation with you, about both his behavior and your fight earlier.

if you take the bait, approach him angrily and run off the woman at the bar with heated words, it takes a lot of self-restraint for law to hide the smug grin fighting to grace his features. a smooth talker when he wants to be, he knows exactly which buttons to push to get you cooled down enough to head back to the polar tang with him.

in both cases, law usually gets what he wants: the two of you working your frustrations out on each other underneath layers of sheets, the stupid fight from before long forgotten.

[buckyownsmylife]

one piece men + period sex (nsfw)

some period sex headcanons! || masterlist

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace

18+, nsfw, mdni

cw: afab!fem!reader, talk of periods/period sex, blood, bloodplay, oral sex, fingering, etc.

luffy

is confused and doesn't understand why you're bleeding... once you explain it to him, he simply shrugs it off and continues. it's not a big deal to him!

doesn't mind any bloodstains, and will not even bother to put a towel down! he's always one to make a mess, but you might have to twist his arm to get you to help with the laundry afterwards...

something inside him stirs when he tastes you; the metallic tang of your blood reminds him of a steak cooked rare, and he can't get enough of it!

zoro

on the surface, he sees it as something normal and natural, and doesn't see any reason to let a tiny bit of blood stop him from giving you some loving. deep down, he's no stranger to the sight or taste of blood, and secretly enjoys it.

doesn't necessarily believe in blood magic, but he thinks it's hot to lap up everything you have to offer—the act of tasting your blood is an intimate act for him, and makes him feel even closer and more tightly bonded to you.

if you're in pain from cramps, he will be gentler and softer with you. he is familiar with aches, soreness, and pain, and it feeds his ego to be able to take that pain away from you with his touch.

sanji

he lives to please, and will still eat you out like a man dying of thirst. secretly, the taste of blood isn't his favorite, but you wouldn't know it by the way he smothers you with attention until you're overstimulated and writhing under him.

feels a bit squeamish fucking you at first—he has to get over the mental hurdle that the blood is just there and he's not hurting you. after he gets accustomed to it, he's back to being all over you just like he usually is.

uses having sex to "fix" your cramps as an excuse to come onto you, and gets so whiny and needy as he pleads to let him help you.

ace

doesn't mind either way, is the type who might not even notice you're on your period unless he sees a bit of blood.

he might be a bit more gentle with you though, and if you're in pain he'll put his palm on you like a warm compress while he eats you out.

loves to dirty talk, and mumbles nonsense about his dick being the medicine you need to make you feel better into your ear while he ruts into you :)

law

insists on putting a towel down—even if he adores you, he doesn't want to have to deal with an unnecessary load of laundry afterwards...

he is so the type of guy to use the "you know, orgasming can help ease the pain of your cramps..." line on you and it works every time.

prefers to use his fingers on you instead of his mouth—if he were anyone else, you might be a bit miffed, but with how skilled he is, who are you to complain?

[buckyownsmylife]

Please a Hc with Zoro, Kid and Law: how do they react when having a premature ejaculation? 💧💧💧💧🌊

i swear you are a mind reader sometimes because i've been thinking about this with law so you gave me the perfect excuse to write it

when they cum too soon (nsfw)

ft. zoro, kid, law

masterlist || commissions

cw: creampie (w/law and zoro), implied virgin law, established relationship, degradation (w/kid only), brat taming (w/kid only)

tagging: @willowbelle @queenmimi2817 @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @eelnoise @wrennyx @atanukileaf @zorolux

zoro

"dammit—" zoro hisses, inhaling sharply as he feels himself spill into you. he hadn't meant to cum so soon and was used to lasting a lot longer, but he was so pent up after weeks of not seeing you while you were off saving the stupid cook that he finds himself cumming nearly as soon as he sheathes himself inside of you.

"'s alright—" you start to say, but he cuts you off, his voice laced with annoyance and irritation.

"it's not alright. i should have more self control than that." he sighs, jaw clenched as he stares down at you; he had wanted to make this special for you, especially after you and brook had walked in on hiyori sleeping on top of him. this was the time for zoro to prove his devotion to you, and in his eyes he had failed by losing his head so quickly instead of focusing on making you feel good.

"just keep going, zoro." you urge him with pleading eyes. he's so weak for that look in your eyes—the one that had gotten him into this situation in the first place. and so he does, dragging his second orgasm out for as long as he possibly can, making sure you're completely spent and drooling from both your mouth and your pussy before he allows himself to cum again.

kid

"god, what the fuck is wrong with you, making me cum so damn fast?" kid snarls, words broken up by gasps as he catches his breath. your skin is already covered in a rainbow of colors—red from his lipstick, purple and yellow from hickeys both new and old, and white from the ropes of cum he just painted your stomach with—but he can't help but wish he could've held out a bit longer, especially given how much he had talked himself up earlier.

undeterred by his frustration, you let out an amused huff. "you can always just fuck me again, y'know." you say, lips curled into a smug smirk as you watch him run his hands through his now drooping scarlet hair.

"of course i'm gonna fuck you again. maybe it'll finally shut up that bratty mouth of yours." he snaps, face turning as red as his hair; already half-hard, slamming his cock into your drooling pussy with no warning is all he needs to get himself back to full mast. the gasps and whimpers you let out make him regain all of his confidence and then some, and he has no problems telling you what a bratty little slut you are for giving into him so easily.

law

"fuck—i'm sorry, i didn't mean to cum inside you." law whispers in your ear, breath ragged after he inadvertently came deep inside of your pussy; he had told himself beforehand that he would pull out, but he wasn't prepared for how good you'd feel gripping his cock and before he knew it, he was choking back groans and burying his head in your shoulder as his twitching cock spilled into you.

you let out a dreamy sigh as you press a lazy kiss into his hair. "'s okay, it felt so good." you reassure him, tightening your hold around him and pulling him close. the two of you lay like that for a few moments until your breathing regulates, though you're a haywire mess as soon as he pushes himself up with one hand to hover over you, eyes full of an intense hunger that you were eager to satiate.

"i haven't had enough of you yet." he says lowly, softly dragging his thumb across your lower lip. you can't help the way his words make your face burn and the corners of your lips quirk upwards.

"me neither." you reply, and his mouth is back on yours in a second, hot needy, and wanting as his tongue slips into your mouth; hips gently rocking into yours as his cock stiffens inside of you once more, you hope he fills you up again—on purpose this time.

[buckyownsmylife]

Big bro doffy!!

[Authors note: I may be sick so the wc is low but I had so much fun writing this @honeyshiddendesire!!]

Dom!Doflamingo x f!reader, not proofread.

cw:NSFW, incest play, p in v, choking, hairpulling, cheating (reader cheats with doffy.) and breeding with a big ol creampie!!

18+ with dark content, minors & ageless dni.

You and Doflamingo had always maintained a close, friendly relationship with one another, often times those around you would even say you remind them of a set of siblings, which wasn't necessarily incorrect given how overprotective the older man was.

This friendly, caring relationship however abruptly came to a halt the moment you had obtained a boyfriend, which seemed to fall short in Doflamingos eyes, unworthy of having you in any way shape or form.

Given the kind & caring big brother persona he had displayed whenever he was around you, it felt only right to show you what you're actually worth, that you are a gorgeous gem meant to be cherished only by those who know how to properly appreciate it.

It started out so gently, his touch lingering for a bit longer than usual, his gaze wandering upon you more than what you considered the norm.

Yet somehow all of this snowballed into more, and here you were, bent over on his desk, choking out useless pleas as his massive hand tightened around your throat, snuffing any actual words you wished to say out completely.

The speed of his thrusts, the roughness of it combined with his hand gripping your throat was so intoxicating, yet it also felt so horridly wrong.

You shouldn't be here doing this, you had a boyfriend, and the man doing this to you was someone you would consider your own brother, someone who would usually take care of you and make sure you don't make any stupid mistakes.

Each forceful thrust just reminding you of how wrong this is, yet it still felt so horrendously right, his hand eventually unwrapping from your throat, gripping your locks instead and giving them a harsh pull to redirect your gaze toward him.

''Fucked the words outta you already?'' He inquired, his silky voice melting your eardrums.

''Mmh– Big bro, too– big.'' You finally managed to muster out between thrusts, a feigned empathetic expression making its way onto his features.

''Aw, poor little sister can't take it? Do you want your big brother to be gentle?'' He purred out, his hand still gripped tightly onto your hair as you attempted to give him a nod.

However in response to this his thrusts simply sped up, making your pathetic whines grow louder as the sounds of your bodies smacking together echoed throughout the room.

Your body is inching closer to succumbing to the pleasure mingling within you, a tight knot in your stomach loosening up with each hard pump, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix causing a mixture of pleasure & pain to linger deep within you.

''Hmph– 'm gonna cum big bro.'' You whined out loudly, your eyes still glued to one anothers.

''Yeah? Gonna cum on your big brothers cock?'' He mused, still upholding his speed as his hand finally untangled from your hair, gripping onto your hips instead just for some extra leverage.

Your whines got louder with each passing second, heavy breaths escaping Doflamingos lips as he too inches closer to finally releasing himself.

Your legs were quite shaky, your body clenching around him as that knot within finally let itself go all over him.

It took a few more harsh pounds for him to fill you up, a groan escaping his lips as he pulled out of you, a thick trail of his semen immediately dripping out of your aching cunt, leaving a trail down your trembling thighs.

''Fuck, we're disgusting.'' You muttered out between breaths, attempting to stand up but being met with his hand pushing you back into position, a confused expression painting your features.

''Not yet, wanna see myself drip outta you for a bit.'' He spoke as he sat back down onto the chair he had previously pushed back, admiring the pretty mess you two had just created.

''Should leave some bite marks for your boyfriend next time.'' He mumbled, one of his hands gripping onto your ass and spreading you open to have a better look at your juices mixed together, he just couldn't wait to see his pretty little sister swollen with his babies.

[buckyownsmylife]

"What's Got You All Worked Up?": Little things that turn One Piece men on feat. Zoro - Sanji - Law - Usopp - Franky - Crocodile - Doflamingo

NSFW/18+ [minors DNI]

CW: gn!reader [Zoro, Sanji, Usopp]; afab!reader [Law, Franky, Crocodile, Doflamingo] - no gendered pronouns used; vaginal fingering [Law]; vaginal intercourse [Law]; somnophilia [Doflamingo]

Zoro: the way you look after a workout

Zoro never cares if you keep up with him when he works out—he loves that you want to spend time with him, adores how serious you take your bicep curls or how you look in the afternoon light when you lay down on a mat for a while to slowly stretch your limbs. But it’s when you’re all done for the day, when the heat of the midday sun has the room like a sauna and your muscles are sore and shaking, that he starts to lose all semblance of control. Your temples are dappled with perspiration, your chest heaving as you finish your last rep, sweat is trickling down your neck; he swallows hard and lets out a low groan at the sight of you. It reminds him of the way you look right after he fucks you, all heated and glistening with sweat and limbs weak and trembling. And since you’re already all warmed up, this seems like the perfect time to bend you over and take you right there on the weight bench.

Sanji: the way you smell

He doesn’t mean to be such a pest (well, actually he does) when he comes up behind you in the mornings, when you’ve just woken and you’re still sleep-drunk and groaning that the sun is out again already, but he needs to bury his face in the crook of your neck as soon as you wake and inhale your scent. Sanji thinks you smell sweet in the mornings, like pancakes and pastries, and pulls you back into bed so he can devour you like the delicious treat that you are. In the afternoons, he catches a whiff of you on the breeze, your skin covered in the salty spray of the sea, hands scented with tangerines after helping Nami in the garden, and he’s all over you, plying you with kisses and lust-tinged whimpers, begging you to come to his bunk, just for a little while, just so he can taste the way the citrus settled into your skin. And at night, he’s insatiable, burying his nose in your hair unabashedly when you stay to help him clean after dinner, taking in the way the faint traces of aromatic ingredients have settled on you and mixed with your own scent that he adores. It’s not long before he’s shutting off the sink and taking you by the hand, leading you over to the table and making a meal of you right then and there.

Law: the way you look in comfy clothes

Sure, he thinks you look lovely on the rare occasion you get to leave the submarine together and you doll yourself up for him, wearing that new shirt he likes, the one that flows over your body like water, and take the effort to line your eyes and swipe a little lipstick on. But when he feels the most hungry for you is when you get back and head straight to your quarters, stripping off your shoes and your pretty shirt and those tight jeans that make your ass look perfect but that you joke threaten to cut off your breathing one of these days. He sits in his desk chair and watches as everything comes off, and you crawl into his bed, face freshly-scrubbed, tucking your hands into the sleeves of an oversized sweatshirt. It’s then, when you’re finally comfortable and warm, when you look at ease and relaxed, and you gaze at him with half-lidded eyes, that he’s all over you, fingers dipping below the waistband of your soft cotton shorts, teasing your pussy until you whimper and beg for more. He doesn’t even bother to strip the rest of your clothes off before he pulls his cock out of his jeans and buries himself inside you to the hilt, pulling your shorts to the side instead so you can stay nice and cozy, just how he likes you.

Usopp: when you help in his workshop

Sharing his workspace with you is already intimate enough for Usopp – it’s like he’s sharing a piece of himself the way he invites you in. But once you’re in there, it’s hard for him not to be heated at how serious you take it. You look so sweet the way your tongue pokes out of your mouth when you’re focused on something, and he feels a tingle at the base of his spine whenever you pout and ask him for help—you’re so close to getting it right, you just need him to guide you, to stand behind you and place his hands on yours and make sure the welding equipment stays steady. Watching the way you grip that piece of metal piping your working with in a way that makes him wish your hands were wrapped around his length instead…it takes everything he has not to grab you and sit you on top his worktable, to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against him, let you feel just how much you drive him crazy. But he resists, at least for the moment, anyway--hearing you describe just how hard that steel is and how hot and sweaty you've become doing all this work pushes him to the brink soon enough, and he has no qualms in showing you exactly how skilled his hands are.

Franky: when you show just a little bit of skin

Coming from a man who walks around in an open shirt and swim briefs, this sounds pretty rich. But there’s just something so tantalizing about seeing a hint of skin and having to imagine what’s underneath, like that time your leggings were more sheer than you thought, and you bent over to grab the laundry basket and he got a quick glimpse of your panties (that happened to be the same pattern as one of his shirts). It was enough to drive him to distraction for the rest of the day and make him glad he was alone in the engine room, barely able to contain the way his cock pulsed every time he remembered how you looked. He loves that one sweater you wear, too—the one that just won’t stay on your shoulder and keeps slipping down, exposing just the slightest bit of soft skin in the afternoon sun, and the way it leads his eyes down to the way the fabric settles over your breasts. And don’t even get him started on that hint of your tummy he gets to see when you reach up to grab something off a high shelf, reminding him how easy it would be to wrap his big hand around your waist and just slide it right on up until he can feel the silky material of that nice bra he bought you…have mercy.

Crocodile: the way you look getting ready for dinner

It’s so routine now that you don’t seem to mind—at first it alarmed you, made you feel like prey when Crocodile would sit on the velvet couch in your quarters, his arms draped across the back, a cigar clenched in his teeth, and he’d watch you ready yourself for that evening’s festivities. But now, you almost welcomed the way his predatory gaze would settle on you as you sit at your vanity and paint your lips; you throw a wink and a pout his way now and again in the mirror, almost tempting him to ruin that pretty makeup after you’ve spent so long putting it on. He loves how your body moves, almost sleek and catlike, around the room, slinking into your closet and asking him which dress he likes better. He shifts in his seat as you wriggle into that pretty blue number he adores, and throbs as you glance over your shoulder and bat your eyes, asking him sweetly to come zip you up. And how can he refuse? Of course, by the time he crosses the room and reaches you, you both know that he has no plans to move that zipper an inch, and instead you feel the tip of his hook lifting your hem as he growls in your ear to bend over—he’s going to take care of that needy pussy of yours before you ever step foot out of your room. Guess you’ll be late for dinner, again.

Doflamingo: the way you look when you’re sleeping

He chuckles quietly and wonders if you fell asleep this way on purpose—the silken nightgown he dressed you in before he left for the evening has been discarded on the floor, and you lay atop the sheets, your body completely bare and bathed in moonlight. He slowly circles the bed like a predator, admiring the way your limbs are stretched out, arms flung above your head, your legs spread, one knee bent and lolled to the side, exposing your pretty little cunt. It looks just like the way you fling yourself onto the mattress when you’re feeling needy, how you toss your dress at him and lay back against the plush pillows, biting your lip and beckoning him to you with sweet pleas of I need you. He licks his lips at how your slit glistens, and wonders if you’re dreaming of him, wonders if perhaps you touched yourself thinking of him before you fell asleep. He sits carefully on the edge of the bed and watches you sleep a little longer, your lashes fluttering slightly as you moan and shift, your breasts heaving as you inhale deeply and sigh. You tempt him even in slumber, and he palms the throbbing hardness that pushes against his slacks, groaning softly as he decides if he should wake you with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.

[buckyownsmylife]

Can I have a HC about reader finding her used string tanga in their room.. (they stole it in the washing room and..you know😝) featuring Zoro, Law, Kid and Killer 😋😎🙏. Reader finds her underwear and confronts them 👀

you need to start including sanji in these because he was made for this prompt for real

catching them with your panties (nsfw)

ft. zoro, kid, sanji, law

masterlist || commissions

cw: panty stealing, panty sniffing, jerking off, getting caught masturbating, teasing

tagging: @willowbelle @eelnoise @atanukileaf @mirillua @fanaticsnail @indydonuts @zorolux

zoro

zoro actually doesn't mean to take a pair of your panties—he had snatched up a pile of clean clothes and accidentally taken them with him. so when you notice a familiar sliver of lace in his drawer, your face goes beet red, assuming the worst. when you confront him, he simply shrugs it off and says he didn't mean to take them. amused at how flustered you are, the smirk grows wider on his face when you ask him why he kept them instead of giving them back to you when he noticed.

"i dunno. just thought they were cute." he says with a smug grin, enjoying how your mouth hangs open, unable to respond properly. instead, you storm out of the room, so caught off guard that you forget to take your lacy underwear with you.

sanji

you really should have known better than to let sanji handle washing your clothes for you; not surprised in the least when your favorite string thong goes missing, you head into the boy's room shortly after you notice the cook enter. just as expected, he's splayed out on his bed, fisting his cock, the crotch of your panties in his mouth in a desperate attempt to taste any lingering remnants of your essence.

"you can't even lock the door? what if chopper walked in?" you snarl at him, unimpressed as his eyes blow out wide with shock.

"love, i—" he stutters, pulling the thong from his mouth as he scrambles to put words together; frozen in place, his hand is still around his cock, which only stokes the flames of your anger further.

"don't call me that while you're jerking off with my used underwear!" you exclaim, snatching your panties back and stomp out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind you.

sanji wouldn't admit it to a single soul, but he keeps going and cums twice as hard as he normally does while thinking about your angry, flustered, red face.

kid

"god—i knew it was you! stop stealing my damn underwear!" you yell at kid when you burst into his quarters and catch him jerking off with them. he's unfazed and makes eye contact with you, a wicked, crooked grin on his face as he continues to pump his cock.

"maybe i wouldn't have to take them if you'd just let go of your stupid pride and let me have the real thing." he snaps back, refusing to tear his golden eyes away from your body as he touches himself.

simultaneously disgusted and aroused, you let out a sharp exhale. "you're the fucking worst, you know that?" you say, cheeks burning as you let your eyes drift towards his thick, throbbing cock for the slightest of moments—an action that's not lost on kid.

"then why haven't you left yet? seems like you want a piece of me." he challenges. you open your mouth to respond, but have nothing witty to say, too distracted by the way his hand glides along his shaft.

"just get over here." he says impatiently, waving you over. before you have time to think things out too much, you find your feet already obeying his command as you walk towards him and pull your shirt over your head.

"don't get too comfortable. this is just a one time thing." you warn him as you unbutton your pants.

"we'll see about that, princess." he shoots back, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you up onto the bed.

law

a deer in headlights. trafalgar law is a deer in headlights when enter his room to bring him lunch and catch him with a pair of your panties in one hand and his cock in the other. before either of you can properly react, he's already teleported himself away, and you're left standing there reeling, flushed at the sight of him. you're not quite sure where he's went until you hear him cursing in the bathroom—you can practically see him, slumped over, head in his hands as he tries to deal with the embarrassment.

"law... are you okay?" you ask gingerly through the door, opting to use his name instead of calling him captain to try to ease the whirlwind of feelings descending upon him.

of course he wasn't okay. he felt awful the second he snatched your underwear from the laundry and worse that he gave into his urges, and now that you knew, it was even worse still. "i'm so fucking sorry..." he mumbles, burying his face even further into his arms.

"can i come in?" you ask softly, heat still lingering in your cheeks as the image of him touching himself to you remains burned into your eyelids.

"no." he replies harshly, unwilling to face either you or the situation at the moment.

"please?" you plead sweetly, keeping your tone as caring and sugary as possible to entice him to let you open the door, though truthfully, your hand is already on the knob and ready to twist it.

"fine." he relents, sighing as he hears the door creak, still stubbornly avoiding eye contact with you as you slide down the wall and sit beside him.

you poke him in the arm to try to gain his attention to no avail. "it's alright law, it's not that big of a deal." you say reassuringly, resisting the urge to hold him as he look about ready to pass out.

"you don't have to tell me that just to make me feel better. what i did was wrong and—" he says, though you cut him off before he can finish.

"law, i—" you start, words catching in your throat as you hesitantly gather the words together to make a subtle confession. "i know, but i don't mind." you say softly; your body tenses up with nerves while his relaxes, your words making him feel a bit less guilty. "i, um, just want to know if you like me or just, y'know, like thinking about me." you continue, swallowing a lump in your throat as you bite the inside of your cheek and await his response.

"this isn't how i wanted to do this at all." he says bitterly with a sigh as he finally turns his gaze towards you. "i like you, a lot, and i know what you just saw, but i'd like to take things slowly if that's okay with you." he says, allowing himself to let go of the breath he's been holding once the words escape him.

"i'd like that." you reply with a smile, leaning into his shoulder as law sighs with relief from both your words and the touch.

[buckyownsmylife]

꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ace in the bedroom﹕

ace is ungodly horny.

at least twice a day he'll not-so-subtly proposition you for a quickie, or maybe he'll just start the morning by grinding his hard cock between your soft thighs.

he'll never pass down on eating you out, absolutely devouring your poor cunt until you're crying and and pulling on his dark locks.

ace loves fingering your cunt, absolutely adoring the wet sounds his fingers make as he goes in and out and in and out and in—

the constant whining from ace would be unbearable if you were still cognizant, but you're way too overstimulated to hear all of his moans, telling you how tight and wet you are, how good you feel, how badly he needs to paint your walls with his cum.

the constant thrusting and slapping goes on for hours as ace unloads himself into you, like he hasn't had sex in years. and his stamina never seems to stop, only begging you for just one more round. oh? he said that last time? he swears to you that this is for sure the last round.

your legs may be numb after ace finally finishes, but his love for you (and guilt) is so strong that he'll take action and clean you up, anything you need he will fight tooth and nail to bring it to you (he will 100% fight thatch to get you that cake.)

ace thinks with his dick, but you have a special place in his heart.

[buckyownsmylife]

law + bathing together

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affection and tender care were novel feelings for law; it had taken him quite a while to be comfortable accepting love from others—especially the effortless dedication that you provide him with.

however, he's decided that taking a nice, relaxing bath with you is now his favorite part of the day, not that he'd ever tell you that.

but you know. it's evident in the way he stretches out the activity until the scorching water that engulfs you turns cold. the caring depth of the circles he presses into your scalp as he washes your hair conveys sweet nothings that his tongue is too inexperienced and clumsy to possibly string together, and the quiet, content hums he lets out as your limbs intertwine are full of bliss.

truthfully, you look forward to it too, more than anything—you crave the warmth that flows from law's body to yours, that somehow dwarfs the steaming heat of the water surrounding you. the image of his tattooed arms wrapping around your frame and pulling your back flush against his chest simultaneously relaxes you and drives you wild, making your pulse jump to your cheeks and turning your mind into a mushy, dizzy mess.

and on the rare occasion when pretty, tattooed hands drift down along your torso, sinking past the water and into your depths, there's no doubt in your mind about how much law enjoys bathing with you.

[buckyownsmylife]

law + morning coffee

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though the murky, dense darkness of the early morning still hangs in the air, almost to the point of suffocation, law finds himself reluctantly tearing himself out of bed. he's exhausted, worn out, and lets out a deep sigh as he throws his sweatshirt on and wraps a blanket around his shoulders, sleepily shuffling into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. he passes clione and uni on the way, headed back to their beds after working through the night; the pair wave to their captain, but he's borderline unresponsive as he hunches over the kitchen counter, sipping at the steaming dark liquid in his mug, immune to the burns its leaving on his tongue.

he's waiting—impatiently tapping his foot as he strains his ears listening for the slightest hint of a whistle from the tea kettle. the second it starts to squeal, he pours the hot water into an insulated cup, tosses a tea bag and some honey in, and trudges back towards his bed. law sets the cup on the nightstand, and huffs with exhaustion as he crawls back under the covers and pulls you close, his weary bones screaming out for the comfort of your warmth; the caffeine coursing through his veins won't take effect for another half hour or so, and he plans to take full advantage of every extra second of sleep he can get.

his movements wake you, causing you to stir slightly against him, but you're far too tired to do anything except readjust yourself and fall back into a deep slumber, slender fingers interlaced with his. when the two of you wake up for real, tied into a tangled mess of limbs, law will be considerably more well-rested and agreeable, and your tea will still be piping hot on the nightstand.

one morning, you ask law why he goes to so much trouble each morning to ease your morning routine; he simply gives you a crooked half-smile and replies that he did it on a whim. in return, you give him an appreciative grin back as you sip on your tea, with the knowledge that you've truly wormed yourself into his heart, even if he expresses it in the most roundabout and indirect of ways.

[buckyownsmylife]

hello august moon (law x reader)

law can't figure out why he's been feeling so off lately, though he suspects you have something to do with it

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i've been having brainrot after reading the law light novel and have been thinking about law falling in love for the first time <3 in my head both him and reader are pretty young (~18-ish)

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For the past few months, Trafalgar Law has been thoroughly distracted and completely out of sorts.  Stomach tied in knots, he feels a pervasive sense of anxiety after dinner each evening that only quells when you slip into his office to spend time reading alongside him for a while, an unconscious ritual you’ve developed over the past few months.  He chalks his swirling emotions up to general teenage moodiness and angst and doesn’t read too much into the cluster of complicated feelings that have settled in his gut, until they up and refuse to dissipate, causing him to be forced to examine them more closely.  Following leads and frayed strings every which way leads to a tangled mess of disjointed introspection, but both ends of the thread always seem to lead back to one place—you.  For some reason, you soothe the strange uneasiness in his gut, but treating the symptoms doesn’t address the root cause, and naturally, he becomes fixated on finding out why you calm him down, and deciphering what has him so bothered in the first place.

Law had never paid too much mind to the snickers and giggles from your friends that seemed to always follow behind the two of you.  Penguin likens the way you trail behind your captain to the reverent waddling of a lost duckling, while Shachi bluntly says you simper over him like a lost puppy.  But to Law, the way you two are attached at the hip is no different to the way Bepo sometimes clings to his side; though you are a bright asset to the crew—clever, resourceful and analytical—your insides were equal parts mangled, broken and not used to being shown kindness, so it only seemed natural that you’d want to stick close to your captain’s side until you were comfortable enough to open up to the rest of your crewmates.  Law was used to this song and dance, of picking up strays on a whim and tucking them close under his wing until they got the courage to venture out—but now that you’ve began spending a portion of your evenings letting Shachi twist your hair into intricate braids or playing cards with Hakugan, it somehow feels like a knife in the gut, a loss too deep to put into words as he feels himself dipping lower on your priority list.

He's aware enough to know his thoughts aren’t rational—you still spend a sizable chunk of your evening curled up on his office sofa with a book in your hand and his head in your lap—but, drowning too deeply in his emotions to care, he steeps in his discontent, wondering why it affects him so very much to miss out on an extra hour or so of time unwinding with you each day.  He should be proud of your growth, and truly, he is, but he misses having full command of your attention for reasons he can’t quite sort out yet.  However, things suddenly begin to make more sense when you lean your back against his shoulder one evening, legs draped across the length of his office couch and pharmacology book in hand. 

As he turns his head and watches you hastily scribble down notes, biting your cheeks as you focus, something clicks; he suddenly gets it.  Taking in the determined flurry of your motions, the soft pout on your face, and the loose strands of hair haphazardly falling into your line of sight, Trafalgar Law realizes that he has feelings for you—feelings that are somehow more profound than the care and love he has for the rest of his crew, ones that he’s never felt before, and never envisioned himself experiencing.  The sensation washes over him all at once like a bucket of warm water dumped over his head, and the complicated mix of emotions that have been plaguing him amplify tenfold.  Cheeks tinting pink, he suddenly understands why he feels like he’s going to throw up while catching a glimpse of you giggling and laughing while Shachi does your hair, or why he grumbles under his breath when he sees you cuddling with Bepo—he was jealous.  He feels so silly now for not realizing it sooner; in retrospect it seems quite obvious that he’s enamored with you, but his ignorance had simply associated the twisting feelings in his chest and swells of admiration with the deep friendship you two shared—and to an extent the emotions and your platonic connection were intertwined—but there was something special and intangible about the way he feels when he’s with you.   He finds himself wanting to hold you, kiss you, be close to you and not let go; Law loves you.

With an epiphany reached, a more complicated issue now lies in front of him—how to address it.  His mind tells him to bide his time, to carefully observe you until he’s certain you feel the same way, but an urge deep in his bones screams at him to abandon his usual controlled, collected approach to difficult situations and act on impulse, to show you how he feels and deal with the rest later.  Obeying his instincts, he tests the waters, taking a shaky inhale as he leans his head down and presses his lips to the top of your head; rattled by his nerves, the kiss is hesitant and gentle, a mere brush against your hair, but he feels you melt all the same.  Laying back and placing your head in his lap, you gaze up at him, doe eyes full of reverence.  Though he was certain you enjoyed his company independent of any secret admiration tucked away in your chest, he realizes that though he had been brushing Shachi and Penguin’s words off, their teasing was more than accurate—you adore him—that much was clear from the spark in your eyes as you gingerly take his hand and place a kiss to his knuckles.

Holding the side of your face, he gives you a crooked smile as he absentmindedly runs his thumb back and forth across your cheek.  Face turning warm to the touch, you lean into the affectionate motions contently, humming with satisfaction as you soak in each graze of his skin against yours, engraving the sensation into your memory.

Law isn’t quite ready to kiss you properly, but the tingling thrill of his lips pressing against your forehead is more than enough for the both of you right now; the storm in his chest fades away for good this time, warded off by the affection present in the soft upward curl of your lips.

[buckyownsmylife]

get a room (law x reader)

you and law have a little too much to drink, and everything pours out all at once :)

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cw: alcohol, drunken antics, making out, friends to lovers, confessions

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The Heart Pirates were celebrating Shachi’s birthday underneath the depths of the ocean, and Law has had far too much to drink.

It’s written all over his face, eyes glazed over and drooping with relaxation; you hear it in the unrestrained laughs he lets out, filling the room with the rare rumble of his chuckles as Bepo tries his best to sing along in key to his favorite song.  It’s obvious that he’s indulged in having one too many from how suddenly tired he is, a wave of weariness crashing over him like a white-capped wave.

His intoxicated state forces him to let his guard down and discard his inhibitions as he sinks into the couch, stretching one of his legs out over the length of the cushions while the other remains bent, too buzzed to care about his filthy shoe dirtying the sofa.  Humming along softly as Shachi and Ikkaku belt out a duet, he finds his lazy, glazed over eyes drifting, only for them to land on your back. 

It’s obvious that Law is drunk from the way he can’t help but stare.

He’s been swallowing down his yearning for so long that the alcohol buzzing through his veins makes his pent-up feelings overflow; a jumbled, disjointed confession of his feelings has been stuck to the tip of his tongue like a viscous drop of honey for seemingly forever, threatening to slip from his mouth each time he spends time alone with you—which at this point was nearly every evening.  Law normally forces himself to shove his feelings into the pit of his stomach, but now, as he watches you giggling and unsure on your feet as you chat with Bepo, he knows nothing will be able to stop the way his lips unconsciously curl upward as his gaze rests on you, or hide the fondness he holds for you, imbued in each breath he takes.  Craving your presence but much too shy to call you over, he stares holes into you from under the brim of his hat until a base instinct, a magnetic pull, makes you bend to the whims of his silent plea for attention.

You’re nearly as far gone as he is, judging from the way you flop unceremoniously on the couch after finishing the last gulp of your drink; your face screws up as the liquor coats your tongue—cute, as always, Law thinks to himself.  Setting your glass down on the ground, you lean backwards, and your spine hits his leg; face flushing with warmth, he tilts his hat upwards to give you full view of the relaxed, easygoing smile he sends your way.  His eyes are warm, free of the safeguards and walls that he maintains at nearly all times; it’s rare to see him like this outside of the comforting confines of closed doors, and catching that look of care and affection spread across his features in full view of the others sends butterflies racing through your stomach.

“Hey.” you mumble, demure smile on your face as your heartbeat jumps to the apples of your cheeks, red hot as they expose how deeply he affects you, rendering you a smitten pile of mush melting into the couch.

Law’s grin turns into something more akin to a smirk as he reaches out his bent leg to hook around your waist, caging you in his grasp like a blue sheep, or a mountain deer, or some other prey animal able to satiate the hunger of a starving snow leopard.  “Hey.” he murmurs, mirroring your greeting as he watches you freeze up with anticipation, doe eyes blown wide as you wait for his next move.  With a quietly spoken c’mere, he pulls his bent leg further inward, nudging you closer; normally, the boldness would have shocked you and make you sputter, but the drinks you’ve downed have turned you unabashed and unreserved, unable to do anything but bend to his request to lay down on his chest.

Resting your chin on the backs of your hands, elbows stretching outward, you look up at him with adoration, though everything is cast in a filter that’s slightly fuzzy, and the music is far too loud as it thumps in your ears.  Touch like this from Law was unheard of—the two of you were quite close, and yet something as slight as daring to shift the tiniest bit of your weight onto him when sitting next to him on his office couch was enough to turn both of you into blushing messes—but somehow, it feels right; it’s natural, the way the heat of his skin creeps into yours as one of his hands traces circles into the small of your back and the other pulls his hat from his head and places it on yours.  He’s beyond amused at the sight, and you let out a giggle; his hair is even messier than usual as he chuckles softly before deciding he wants his cap back on and snatches it from you, just as quickly as he gave it to you.

The hand that takes his prized spotted possession back from you finds a new directive as inked fingers weave through tresses of your hair.  Humming contently, you lean into the touch, dying to feel more of his warmth spreading through your skin.  “I’m mesmerized by you.” he murmurs, eyes melting into yours with an uncharacteristic softness.  Time crawls to a standstill, and its passage becomes marked only by the rise and fall of his chest against yours; his inked hand cups your face, and his thumb runs across your jawline, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake.  Gazes swimming with the emotions and words you craved to say to each other, you’re both paradoxically left speechless.

“Please tell me you feel it too.” he whispers softly, sitting up slightly to lean in a smidge closer to your lips.

Your head nods slightly, and you murmur a soft, “I do” as you subtly adjust your position, lips nearly ghosting over his.  Closing the gap, his lips meld onto yours; there’s a slight moment of hesitation before he starts kissing you properly, drinking in your essence as his arm loops around your waist, holding you close as your tongue tangles with his.  The way his lips fuse with yours is soft but passionate, simultaneously heated and gentle as you both drown in an overwhelming sense of need.  Everything except the sensations coursing along your skin had slowly dissolved away; however, your crewmates were very much still in the room, and slack-jawed at the fact that the two of you were making out in front of everyone.

“They’re both so wasted.” Penguin mumbles to Shachi, cringing as Law’s hand drifts dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.

Shachi laughs, carding his hand through his hair—truthfully, neither of them were any less inebriated than you and Law, and therefore ill-equipped to pass judgement, but this was the most interesting thing to happen on the Polar Tang in weeks, and no one could pass up the opportunity to make some live commentary.  “At least he’s not going to be grumpy in the morning.” he says with a toothy smile; Law was known for being irritable and sour when he’s hungover, though sucking face with you tonight will hopefully put him in a better mood than usual when his head starts pounding and his bones begin to ache.

“I’m so happy for Captain!” Bepo cries, tears of joy streaming down his face; however, his display of emotion doesn’t last long before he’s bopped on the head by Shachi and Penguin.

“Knock it off and leave them alone!  They’re gonna stop if they hear you!” Shachi exclaims, though his scolding is all for naught as Ikkaku drunkenly lets out a wolf whistle, cackling when Law’s head snaps away from yours, a string of saliva still tethering you to each other.  A brief seed of panic implants itself in your chest as he looks at you, eyes blown out with shock, but the emotion quickly fades from his place and is replaced by playful smugness as he removes his hat and holds it along the sides of your faces in a haphazard attempt to create some privacy and leans in to capture your lips once more.

Lost in the melding of heated touches and drag of tongues against each other, you’re not quite sure when the lights dim, when the music stops, or when everyone files out of the room towards their beds, but when the two of you pull apart once more, he presses his lips to your forehead and maneuvers you onto your side so he can hold you close, murmuring a soft ‘m tired in your ear, though the exposed expanse of your neck is too tantalizing, and he plants a few kisses along it before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Me too—g’night, Law.” you mumble, lacing your fingers with his and bringing his knuckles to your lips.  The sleep you both drift into is sound and much more restful than usual; the calming flood of emotions drifting through your body overpowers the clanging sounds of the submarine, and both of you are out like lights until the morning, to the point where your crewmates end up having to wake you up themselves.

“Look at them, they’re still in their own little world.” Penguin muses, the sound of his voice muffled by the sleepy haze that keeps your eyes clamped shut and body still.  Bepo blubbers something about how it’s just so sweet, until he’s scolded to stop crying—which he promptly apologizes for.  A tired ache runs through your bones, and you take a deep inhale as you try to stretch, but Law’s arms tighten around you, keeping your back pressed flush against him as he sleepily mumbles something incoherent into your ear.  A content smile spreads warmly across your face until a snicker from Shachi reminds you that the two of you weren’t alone; when an intoxicating buzz was dancing under your skin last night, you had paid your crewmates no mind, but now, spotlighted by harsh fluorescent lights overhead, the tips of your ears burn red with embarrassment.

“Good morning, lazybones!” Shachi teases with a toothy smirk as your eyes flutter open, poking you in the cheek.  You let out a heavy sigh, unable to meet your friend’s amused stare.  Law shifts behind you, grumbling as he sits up, leaving you feeling bare and cold despite a blanket still being wrapped around your shoulders.

“Good morning, Captain!  We made you both breakfast!” Bepo starts, his bright eyes and beaming smile a harsh contrast to Law’s scowl as he sips at the coffee that his crewmates so graciously brought him.

“And brought you some ibuprofen for the hangover.” Ikkaku adds as you take a bite of your eggs; you give her a mumbled thanks, a soft, gracious smile on your face as both you and Law scarf down your food.  An unusual and eerie silence envelops the room; your friends were always so very talkative, but it seemed like they were waiting for either of you to say something, hanging on the edge of their seats to figure out what exactly was going on between you two.

“What time is it?” Law asks once his plate is clear, washing his food down with the last dregs of coffee remaining in his mug.

“A quarter past eleven, Captain!” Penguin responds with a smile; however, Law shows no deviation from his normal morning behavior as his still-tired eyes scan the room, still filthy from the aftermath of the party.

“This place is a mess.” he grumbles, stating the obvious as he fishes his hat off the ground and places it back on his head.

Bepo apologizes profusely, hanging his head as he nearly cries. “We’re sorry, Captain!  We were trying to let the two of you get some rest—” he exclaims, though Law isn’t in the mood for his friend’s dramatics.

“Well, we’re up now.  Clean it up, all of you.” he orders, rolling his neck to stretch it out as he stands, grimacing as he notices a stain right in the center of his favorite sweatshirt.

“Yes, Captain!” you all say in unison as you start to collect trash from the floor, though a wave of dread washes through your body; it was one thing to not acknowledge what had occurred last night in front of your crewmates, but the prospect of him heading towards his office and leaving things unsaid terrifies you at the core.

As if reading your mind, his pointed gaze turns to you, though his words send a shiver down your spine.  “Not you.  I need to talk to you.” he says bluntly as he turns and heads towards the door, giving you a silent order to follow him.  Your friends keep quiet, though they send you sympathetic looks on your way out when they notice the way your body starts to tremble.

“Quit shaking like a leaf—I’m giving you the day off.  I just didn’t want it to look like I’m playing favorites.” he reassures you, after ensuring the two of you were alone in the hallway and away from any prying ears.  A heavy exhale leaves your lips as you let go of the breath you’d been inadvertently holding, though when the two of you pass by the door to the bedroom you share with Ikkaku, there’s a mutual hesitation as you lock eyes with your captain, both of you too nervous to speak.

Law breaks the silence first, cheeks dusted red as he speaks.  “If you’re still tired, I thought that maybe we could, y’know…” he mumbles, biting his tongue in anticipation as he waits for your response; he’s relieved when a dreamy, adoring smile erupts on your face, and you perk up with excitement. 

“I’d love to!  Just let me grab a nightgown—this outfit isn’t very comfy.” you say, eyes sparkling as you dart into your room to grab the garment.  When you return, he can’t help himself from gently taking your chin between two of his fingers and planting a chaste kiss on your lips.  Though the press of his lips was innocent, it leaves you dizzy all the same, and you’re just as disoriented when he teleports you to his room and both of you crash into each other like magnets.

As his tongue slips into your mouth and your back hits the door, something tells you that the nap you were planning to take together would have to be postponed until later in the day.

[buckyownsmylife]

law + figuring things out (nsfw)

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"i have to tell you something." law mumbles in your ear as he nips at the column of your neck; one of his inked hands pins your wrist to the mattress, fingers tightly interlaced, while the other gropes at your breast.

he could handle this part. making out with you, slipping his hands under your shirt, grinding himself against your warm, clothed core—law had gradually learned your body bit by bit. and he was good at it; even if you weren't mewling out soft praises for him, he'd know by the red flush of your cheeks and the way your pupils blow up and darken when he pulls away, leaving both of you wanting and craving each other so badly that your bodies tremble.

and yet, despite his desperate need, law just can't seem to take the plunge to do more than rile you up and tease you—until tonight, at least.

"i've never done this before—" he confesses, hiding his blush by nestling his face into your shoulder, though it's impossible for him to mask the way the heat from his cheeks radiates into your skin. "—so i'm gonna play with you until i figure out what makes you tick, even if it takes me all night. sound good?" he proposes as his fingers drift down your torso, tentatively ghosting over your needy bud, still covered by a thin, dampened layer of cotton.

"take all the time you need, law, please—" you rasp out, face burning as you feel his cock twitch against your thigh, straining against the denim of his tight jeans.

and so he does, carefully picking you apart until you shatter, and when you do, he scoops the pieces up and holds you close to his chest—close to his heart.

[buckyownsmylife]

Zoro, Law and Kid reacting to shy reader beeing really drunk and saying things like "my pussy is made for your dick" or "you're so hot make me some babies" 😏🤩 please a Hc (don't mind nsfw)

hehe this is a cute one (also lowkey relatable since i tend to become a little bit of a flirty menace when i'm drunk)

being drunk and flirting with them (nsfw)

ft. zoro, kid, law

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cw: alcohol, drunken antics, character also implied to be drinking, drunk sex, afab!reader

zoro

given the way you were lazily tucked into his side, zoro had expected you to be asleep—that's why it catches him so off-guard when you place your hand on his thigh, lean into his ear, and whisper i need you so bad right now.

his mind freezes up; he was used to being the one who initiates sex, and seeing you this brazen and eager turns him into a blushing mess, unsure of how to react.

that being said, once his mind is done reeling, he recovers and takes another swig of his sake, a smirk creeps across his face. "oh yeah? let's take this somewhere else then." he says in a husky tone as he stands up and scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you somewhere private to give you exactly what you asked for.

kid

this man is a menace to society, and when you uncharacteristically whisper some filth into his ear, he's over the moon, ecstatic that he's finally broken through your shy exterior (and also thrilled that he's about to get some).

he tests his luck and teases you for being to blunt about how much you're craving him, and hopes you won't go crawling back into your shell; when you sit on his lap instead and yank his lips down to yours, he feels like he's in heaven.

he intentionally provokes you to see how bold and confident you can get. usually, he's the one who is in control in the bedroom, but the novelty of seeing you so unabashed and wanting makes him want to experience every last drop of confidence you have to give him.

law

he has a sharp tongue and is no stranger to whispering filthy things laced with innuendo into your ear, especially when liquid courage is surging through his veins, but having the tables turned back on him for once makes things so much more fun for him.

that's why when you tell him "i want you so much. it's like your cock was made for me." in a soft, sultry tone, he's a bit taken aback, but quickly recovers and purrs in your ear that if you want him so bad, you're gonna have to work for it.

he stretches things out as long as he possibly can, teasing you with feather-light touches and soft kisses everywhere but where you need it most, though if you keep running that dirty mouth of yours, he'll eventually cave and give you the bliss you desire.

[buckyownsmylife]

Can you do a Headcanon about how they flirt with you 🫶🥰 with Law, Kid, Killer and Zoro

hehe sure, nonny! <3

flirting with you

ft. law, kid, killer, zoro (kid and killer's are a bit suggestive!)

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zoro

he thinks he's being obvious when he purposely seeks you out, moving the location of his workouts near you so that you can spend quality time together while he trains. being near you, talking to you while he lifts that ridiculously big weight over his head, it all puts him on cloud nine.

however, once he realizes his actions could probably be misconstrued as simply getting to know you better, he gets a bit more blatant, seeking you out to take naps with him. at first he's content with you leaning against him, but he eventually gets bolder and uses the opportunity to "accidentally" end up holding you close to him.

he also loves to tease you; it's not malicious like the way he picks on sanji, but he can't help himself from bantering with you sometimes, especially if he catches you staring at him or sees your cheeks turning pink from his words.

kid

he does not beat around the bush. if eustass kid likes you, you will know. the lines he uses on you are somehow both ridiculously corny and shockingly crude. there's no reading between the lines; grasping for straws for any kind of platonic explanation leaves you coming up empty.

he is also relentless. unless you scream in his face and tell him you're not interested, under any circumstances, he sees you playing hard to get as part of the fun. he's rough around the edges, and likes a partner who can go back and forth with him and hold their own—as long as they eventually fold for him.

if you flirt back with him, he's bold enough to get touchy, no matter where you are. kid doesn't hesitate to pull you into his lap or nip lightly at your neck, even if there's dozens of eyes glued to the two of you.

killer

he is much more polite than his best friend. it's a bit hard to tell that he's interested due to not being able to see his face, but the way his voice softens when he talks to you is a dead giveaway.

he intently listens to whatever you have to say, and gets completely captivated by the conversation you're having; eventually, he ends up letting his hand drift and absentmindedly reach over to hold yours, carrying on as if nothing had changed.

as the night goes on, he'll get a bit bolder and wrap his arm around you, running his broad hands up and down your forearm as he holds you close; the two of you continue talking, but he gets more intimate with it and ends up murmuring things in your ear until both of you drop the pretense and head towards somewhere a bit more private.

law

he gives you special little privileges, hoping you'll take him up on them and choose to spend time with him. he leaves his office door cracked open, and tells you, and only you, that it's a sign that he's available to talk. when you end up slipping through the door and joining him, he's over the moon, but also very nervous. he's trying his best! he just wants to be perfect for you! he also shows you a little bit of favoritism, and purposely doesn't assign you the chores that you hate doing.

when the polar tang docks on a peaceful island, he brings you with him when exploring their new destination. he always says it's just luck of the draw, but after a while it becomes blatant that he wants you by his side. he'll often diverge from your current task to get coffee, or check out a used book store—he acts as if stops at these destinations are straying from his plans, but truthfully, he picked these places out before he even left the submarine.

once the two of you grow closer, he brings you all kinds of little thoughtful gifts and trinkets; he's always thinking of you, more than you know. he can't quite find the words to say it, so he's resolved himself to showing you instead.